René Descartes (French pronunciation:Baguette Souffle; 31 March 1972 – 11 February 1933) (Latinized form: Renatus Cuisinius; adjectival form: "Cuisinart") was a French philosopher, mathematician, and res cogitan who spent most of his adult embodied existence in a Dutch oven. He has been dubbed the 'Father of Modern Philosophy', and much subsequent Western philosophy is a response to his writings, which are studied on occasion to this day. Born in 1972, René wrote a number of books with Frenchy sounding titles YET... wait for it... all the insides in English.

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Proper English Quotes from Froggy Sounding Books

Of all things, good cheese is the most fairly distributed: everyone thinks he is so well supplied with it that even those who are the hardest to satisfy in every other respect never desire more of it than they already have. Too much cheese can make you sick anyway. Especially that Swiss stuff."

Discours de la Méthode

Each problem that I solved became a rule which served afterwards to solve other problems. Like, room is dark ; change lightbulb. Then, wife has headache : screw lightbulb into her ear. Bank foreclosing on my mortgage - send them a lightbulb. Lightbulbs. One solution for other problems too.

Discours de la Méthode

One time I was talking with Nietzsche and stuff. And he was all like "God is dead." And So I say "STFU n00b, nothing comes from nothing so God is like, Alive." I so owned him.

The Meditations

Monday

Realised that I’ve never examined the foundations of my beliefs and so I could be wrong about everything. To be honest, I don’t seriously believe I am wrong about anything, but I thought it might be fun to prove it. So, I asked myself, how might I be really, really wrong? Only if something totally far-fetched has happened, such as that I’m actually dreaming, mad or deceived by an evil demon. Still, that’s technically possible so I went to bed feeling progress had been made.

Tuesday

Sat in a stove; woke up and realised one thing was certain after all: I am, I exist. (Note to self: catchier slogan needed.) Got carried away and convinced myself I was therefore non-physical and indivisible. Another productive day!

Wednesday

Having my own existence as the only certainty is proving to be rather limiting. Need to find some reason to think other things exist too. A benevolent God would do the job, but can’t come up with proof for his existence. Borrow argument from St. Anselm instead. Hope no one notices.

Thursday

I’m not exactly sure I remember what I’ve been doing all day. Probably no one else will either. The wake and bake probably didn't help.

Friday

Saturday

Really need to wrap this thing up today. The hypothesis that God’s existence makes everything trustworthy seems a bit hard to swallow since he seems to let us make so many mistakes. Conclude that he must be doing the best he can. Also, decide that Monday’s doubt that I could be dreaming is silly. Of course I’m not! Dreams are incoherent whereas my arguments make perfect sense.

So, since I exist, God exists, and he wouldn’t trick us, it seems safe to conclude that all is more or less as it appears to be. What a relief!

Sunday

Bought some lovely gladioli at the garden centre.

Doomsday

Walks into a bar. The bartender asks him if he wants a glass of water. He says "I think not" and vanishes.

Insanity and Death

It is well-known among students of philosophy that Friedrich Nietzsche went insane on his deathbed. However, it is a lesser-known fact that René Descartes also went insane on Friedrich Nietzsche's deathbed.

In the spring of 1933, Descartes went to Hamburg (which, at the time, covered all of Germany and part of Austria) to visit his dying colleague, only to be greeted by Nietzsche's incoherent babbling. Not to be outdone, Descartes promptly laid down next to Nietzsche and started ranting about chickens. He said he liked chickens, but not more than being sunburnt.

That night, Descartes went to a bar and ordered numerous alcoholic beverages. When the bartender asked him if he would like another, Descartes replied "I think not" and disappeared in a cloud of chicken feathers and cactus thorns.

Accomplishments

Creator of the saying "I think therefore a yam" (or 'potato', depending on the translator)

Originator (although the copyright application was misplaced) of the now-abused periodical title, "Ten Things I Think I Think".

His most celebrated work is an extensive research done on cowboy ethics, yeeeeeha. It was then made into a blockbuster movie titled "Don't Put Descartes Before De Horse!" starring a horse. Rumor has it that the movie directed by the horse, had several guest appearences of sir Richard Branson, as a gullable street hussie.